L Boogie talks about Haters

L Boogie says Do not worry about what people think!

L Boogie Talks The Law of Attraction

Minute by Minute

As each minute passes my heart beat is lessening.  My pulse is slowing and my blood pressure dropping.  It has only been a short while since we parted.  In my mind a minute is like an eternity.  Minute by minute, minute to minute my recollection of the time we spent together is escaping me. The sweet smell of your secret scent, the moist memory of your kisses are like oxygen sustaining my life force.

Don't Push: It is going down at the meet and greet.

It is about a quarter to seven and their is a knock at Lawrence's door.  When he opens the door no one is there.  He and Cheryl are about to leave for the meet and greet.  Later Eric informs him that he knocked to see if he and Cheryl were ready.  Lawrence and Cheryl arrives at the event early enough to get a good park.  They exit the car to enter the building.  Wedgwood Country Club has always been a popular spot for all kinds of events.  It was always the party spot back in the day when the classmates where in high school.  Lawrence and Cheryl enters the building, walks through the short walk way into the main area.  Nothing has change over the last thirty years, but the event planners have done a great job with the food, drinks and decorations.  They walk straight to the serving window and pick up some coaktails and walk to find where they will sit.  Lawrence gets up to make his rounds greeting his classmates and friends.  As he is going around the room, Eric and Merry comes in the building finds a seat and Eric and Lawrence begin to talk about how nice everyone looks and how some of their classmates have not change.  They also talk about how some of the girls that they wanted to get with back in the day still having them nice plump, round booty's.  Then there she is again.  Lawrence lays eyes on Brenda. He says to himself, "Oh my dam!"  "she is so beautiful."  "I Would fight lions and tiger, and swim the English Channel for her Love."  Lawrence goes back to his table with some wine for Cheryl and sits momentary and talks to her and she says, "You were gone long enough."  "Were you trying to get up with some of your old flames."  Lawrence replies, "Now see, this is what I am talking about when I say the tong is a little member, but can kindle a great fire."  "What did I tell you about your mouth?"  "This is my reunion."  "What do you expect me to do?  "Just chill while I go and get us some food."  Lawrence get up from the table and goes to get in the serving line for some food. 
     While he is standing in line, Brenda Jackson walks up behind him and stands.  Lawrence becomes warm all of a sudden because she is now standing next to him.  After he places his hand on his chest to make sure he is not having an heart attack, he says, "Hi."  "My name is Lawrence Roundfield and I am Eric's best friend."  She replies, "Oh, you are Lawrence." After exchanging more pleasentries Lawrence asks her if she is with someone and she says she came alone.  Lawrence asks her, "What is the most beautiful woman on earth doing here alone?"  She flashes her beautiful smile, her eyes open up and look directly at Lawrence.  Lawrence does what he can to contain himself while she is looking at him and smiling.  The beautiful moment is short lived when Cheryl walks up to them and says, "What the hell is going on here!"  Lawrence turns to her and says,  "You need to chill out!"  "I know you did not come all the way from Atlanta to make a dam fool out of yourself in front of a bunch of people you do not even know."  Lawrence apologizes to Brenda and tells her he will talk to her another time.  Lawrence and Cheryl walks away from the food line back to their table and Lawrence is thinking to himself, "When I get this heifer back to Atlanta, I am going to cut her ass so short she is going to have to look up to spit." 
     Lawrence is sitting at their table talking to Cheryl trying to assure her that they were having mere conversation about the good old days when he looks over and notices his best friend Eric sitting with Merry and how happy they are together.  He is happy for his friend and recalls Eric telling him that Merry is the best thing that has happened to him and he is marring his dream.  Lawrence also remembers some good times he shared with his ex wife Tina during his seventeen year marriage were they had a son Lawrence the third.  Lawrence really wishes things could have turned out different, but recalls that, "Whatever does not kill you, can only make you stronger."
     Please return for part 3 of Don't Push:  A Broken Heart Mends

Don't Push

It is Memorial Day weekend and the Ole School Reunion is being held in Wilson, North Carolina located 45 minutes east of Raleigh.  Every year on this weekend Classmates from all over the country come home to reunite with fellow Classmates and friends from back in the day.  The Ole School Reunion attendees are graduates of Ralph L. Fike, James B. Hunt and Edgar T. Beddingfield.
     Lawrence Roundfield and Erick McNally spoke from time to time during the winter about the event.  Lawrence lives in Hot Lanta and works for a solar panel manufacture.  Eric lives in South Beach and is owner and operator of Big E Trucking where their motto is, "We move freight from state to state."  Lawrence and Eric talked about getting rooms next to each other at a Hotel on the outskirts of Wilson.  Eric told Lawrence to call him once he got in town and he would reserve a room for him.  Eric is engaged to Merry Maximum an extremely hot brown skinned Sistah that lived in Wilson , but moved to Florida some years ago.  Erick met her while vacationing in Florida.  They are getting married in November and is planning their wedding.  Lawrence is kicking it with this tall thick pecan tan Sistah from Decatur Georgia named Cheryl Chery that works for the Georgia Department of Education.  She will be coming with Lawrence on the trip to Wilson.  Lawrence has a thing for them hot, tall, thick Sistahs.
     Lawrence is just about in Wilson when he calls Eric and askes him if  there are any rooms available where he is staying.  Eric asks Lawrence how many beds does he need, Lawrence tells Eric that he only needs one bed and Eric reserves the room.  Lawrence also need tickets for the meet and greet at the Wedgewood Country Club and tickets for the Ole School dance being held at the Lions Club on Forest Hills Road.  Eric picks up two tickets for Lawrence from Charles Brown one of the reunion coordinators.  Lawrence finally arrives at the Hotel, checks into the room and is on his way out the door to Eric's room when a white Honda Accord Ex pulls up, and a female gets out.  Lawrence stops in his tracks when he see this tall, thick red bone exit her car and is on her way to Eric's and Merry's room.  She is sporting a sexy short hair due, has the most beautiful big brown eyes and is wearing a cocktail dress with medium length heels.  Her long legs go on for days and he can not take his eyes off of her and watches her has she walks up to Eric's and Merry's room and knocks on the door.  Lawrence's tongue is just about to roll down the side walk, and at the same time he is hearing Jamie Foxx's wedding song That's My Dream playing in his head. Brenda Jackson has just gone in to see her best friend Merry.  Lawrence's girlfriend Cheryl comes to the door and asks him why is he just standing in front of the door day dreaming.  He says he is just getting some fresh air and returns back inside the room.  
     The meet and greet starts in about an hour, but Lawrence calls Eric and says, "Yo E!" "Who is the fine sistah that came to see Merry?"  He replies, "That is Brenda Jackson." "Miss. Jackson if you nasty." Lawrence says, "Well dam!"  "Baby is fine as hell and has more cakes then Duncan Hines."  He goes on to say, "She is straight Butta and I am not talking about I can't believe it's not butter, but real Lando Lakes Butter;my nigga."  He asks Eric to hook him up, but Eric quickly reminds him that he has Cheryl with him.  After Lawrence regains consciousness, he says, "You are right."  "This woman dam near made me lose my mind, but if Cheryl finds out, she will clown and I can't have that." "Cheryl is fine and I like dipping my spoon into her sugar bowl, but this Sistah is on a different level E."  "The only draw back about Cheryl is that at times she has more mouth then a poor horse got ass and usually runs off at the mouth at the most enopportune times."  Eric replies, "Man you crazy."  and hangs up the phone. 
     Please return for part 2 of Don't Push titled It's going down at the meet and greet.  Holla!!     

Your Touch

Your touch is so soothing.  It takes me to a place where fools are in plentiful supply.  Fools that go to the well over and over again to tread the rough waters in search of that sweet sensation.  Your touch leaves me drained of my will power to remain cynical about finding true love.  Every touch from your hands multiply my chances of joining the chain of fools in search of that first high.

A Supreme Love

A supreme Love is an enduring love that transcends space and time.  A Love Supreme knows no judgment and is complete, unconditional and enduring.  The Greatest Possible Love may never be reached if one is unwilling to risk it all.  The quest for this treasure is not for the feeble or faint at heart. 

Why you keep choosing Mr. Wrong

Recently women have been asking why they can not meet a good man or why they keep meeting not so good men.  When it comes to African Americans, if we would study our history, as we should, we would discover that since our ancestors arrived on the shores of America, the relationship between Black men and Black women was doomed to failure.  There could not be a truly loving relationship with both in Slavery.  On the plantation Love and Healthy Relationships were like oil and water.  One of the first things the owners did was to let the African woman know that her protectors was no longer in a position to help them.  When the Slave Masters left their wives in bed to stroll through the slave quarters to sample their female stock, African men where not in any position to keep them form having there way and was in no position to bargain.
     Fast forward to today.  10 million people were polled by the Census Bureau in 2009 and they found the Divorce rate among African Americans was 11.5 percent.  47 percent of African American women first marriages ended in Divorce.  The most alarming statistic is that 70 percent of all African American marriages end in Divorce and that does not include the number of couples that are separated , but not Divorced.  With such a high Divorce rate, most of these house holds are headed by single Black women that find it extremely hard to meet Black men to reconstitute their families.  Why is it so hard for Black woman to meet good Black men?  Why do many continue to meet not so good Black men over and over again?  In addition to the normal quoted negative statistics like high unemployment and incarceration, taste and preference in men play a major roll in the type of men Black women chose to deal with.
     There is no way to expect to be in a productive relationship with a man that is not interested in being in one.  Many Choose men according to their Street Credibility, their Edgy Life Style, the type of Car they drive and how much Money they make by legal and illegal means.  Where in these reasons can you find the potential for a loving and productive, non-violent, non-mentally abusive or physically abusive relationship?  Many women like needy, Irresponsible, so-called Bad Boys.
     Why not instead seek out the qualities that make up a good Brutha like trust worthy, kind, a good work ethic, brave etc?  Cease gravitating to the same character flaws in men.  Reevaluate the qualities sought in a man and if they are too Shallow and Superficial, then expect to achieve the same results.

A Slice Of My Life

In the beginning took place forty seven years ago in the slums of Newark, New Jersey.  My environment consisted of open lots with mounds of trash, abandoned cars, and mattresses used for trampolines.  On a cold winters day, burning trash and urine filled the air along with the sounds of bums singing the latest Motown hits while passing a bottle of that cheap wine.  I remember having a love for watching television.  My favorite shows were I love Lucy, Jack Lalane, Love American Style and other popular shows of that time.  When I was not watching TV, I would look out the window at the package store across the street.  Fights, shootings, and drug buys were the soap opera of the day and on into the night.
Many say that they have lead interesting lives, but I believe mine is one for the books.   A slice of my life is made up of the some of the events that shaped my character and made me the person I am today.  It is made up of childhood, teenage, and early adult events that shaped my out look towards life and living.
While growing up my father and mother believed in God and that belief carried our family through some hard times as it did many families, but their lack of understanding brought painful circumstances.  They had a problem balancing what they thought was their calling to do missionary work with raising a family in a stable and functioning environment.  We never lived in one place too long.  My mother was a restless soul, so we not only moved frequently, but would just pick up and leave for a visit and end up staying for months.  We missed so many days out of school it caused my brothers and sister and I to be behind in our school lesson.  We developed slow socially and played with each other while our parents locked us in the house.  Though traveling and missing school was fun, I remember visiting relatives and others and not feeling welcome.  Often we lived like we were homeless and when we did settle, we never attended school on a regular basis.  I think my parents did not want us to get used to regular schooling and friends because it would be harder to just leave at a moments notice.  I had a love for school and some time I would do well.  I remember my third grade teacher at Martin Luther King Public School placing colorful stickers on my school work.  My mother would proudly put them up on the wall next to the kitchen door.  I also painfully recollect missing too many days and having to be retained to the third grade.
My father and mother separated for a time and we moved from New Jersey to Wilson, North Carolina.  They got back together and we became a more stable family and I started attending school regularly.  Wilson was a much smaller city in what was known as the big eighties.  There was three high schools in Wilson.  Fike High School, Newly built James Baxter Hunt Jr and Edgar T. Beddingfield.  They were all a buzz because each High School was preparing to graduate the largest senior classes in their schools history.  The class of 1984.  We all knew each other because we were one of the last classes to attend the eighth grade at Charles L. Coon Middle School before being separated at one of the three High Schools.  I attended Hunt, but would end up graduating with Fike's senior class.
Compared to today, the 1980's was a much simpler time.  The mostly African American community I grew up in was very close.  We could not get away with anything!  We were supervised by our teachers who taught or knew our parents and the elders in the neighborhood.  If we got out of line, we would pay the price and Time Out was not the price.  Though they disciplined us, it was because they expected the best from us.  We represented them and our community.  My mother would feed us breakfast, line us up and inspect us before we went off to school.  She made sure we washed and put on clean clothes.  It was stressed to us to make sure we wore clean underwear in case we got hurt and had to go to the hospital.
I often wondered how the elders in the neighborhood knew who we belonged to.  A lady who would pay me to go the store for her called me Faye and Billy's boy.  That was my name.  She would send me to Judge Store for a half a pound of half smokes, some Sweet La La snuff, corn meal and some Hoop Cheese.  Hoop Cheese is cheese cut form a large round mound of cheese.  She would always tell me I could keep the change and that was always fifty cents.  I would get twenty five penny cookies and some Now or Later candy.  As I walked home, I could hear the crackle of the cast iron frying pans and smell pork chops, fried chicken, and hamburger with bread added to stretch it.  Depending on the day, you could smell fish and corn bread or neck bones and rice. In those days fast food was not something we would eat often.  My mother cooked six or seven days a week.  When I came in the house, she would tell me that the lady I went to the store for called and told her how well mannered I was and that I got everything she needed.  I knew someone was always watching and no matter how I behaved, my parents would hear about it.
Sunday night was Soul Night at Roller World Skating Rink.  It was called Soul Night  because it was Black Folk night at the skating rink.  Either we got a ride with a friend or got our parents to drop us off.  It was like a low budget Soul Train that night.  The lights would dim a little and we would start skating.  The DJ would spin the hottest tunes.  I could hold my own, but did not try anything too fancy because it was real easy to fall on your back side.  Kids of all ages were skating and that meant your little brothers and sisters.  I think our parents enjoyed the quiet in the house without us there.  After skating around in circles for four hours, it was time to go home.  No kid was left behind.  Parents would pile as many kids as they could in their cars.  When we got back home, all we had time to do was maybe eat something, wash up, iron school clothes and get to bed.  Yes! Those were fun times.

Misplaced Love

Love is misplaced!  Where is love?  Why can't we find it?  I was looking for love and couldn't find it.  Looked for it in my new car, but it wasn't there.  I abandoned the search after looking under the seats, in the glove box, in the trunk, and under the hood.  Drove to the bank to see if it was there.  Asked the teller to hand me a withdrawal slip and tried to withdraw love form my checking account.  I filled in all of the blanks and placed L.O.V.E In the amount section then gave it to the teller.  She said she was sorry, but there was only money in my checking.  I apologized for wasting her time, bolted from the bank and rushed to my car.  I pulled up to my beautiful home with carefully trimmed grass around a freshly built two story with great room, vaulted ceilings, expensive paintings and old English furnishings.  Leaving nothing to chance, I threw caution to the wind and began turning over lamps, moving furniture, and flipping over rugs.  The longer the search took, the more desperation took over.  The search progressed with the turning over of chairs, pulling the mattresses off the beds, then snatching the cushions from the couches.  Two hours later my home looked like someone had driven a car from the front of the house to the back.  I found myself balled up in the middle of piles of clothes, dishes, and kitchen appliances.  It was so quiet that I could hear a rat pee on cotton and the beating of my heart.  Love finally revealed itself to me while I was laying in the middle of the floor.  It was with me all the time.  While standing in line at the bank, many people were trying to make bogus withdrawals.  We place too much value on material things and the thoughts of others.  If we would look within, we would love ourselves and wouldn't waste time accumulating the things we think will draw people to us.

Not Alot For Your Dollar These Days

It is extremely hard in these though economic times to get what you pay for when buying Fast Food and using Vending Machines. When I visit Fast Food Restaurants and use Vending Machines, I recall my childhood and teenage years in the seventies and eighties and not only remember what a dollar was worth, but I remember the quality and quantity a dollar did purchase in those days. I can see it all now! I am riding in the car with my parents and siblings and we are on our way to McDonald's to get The Real Big Mac. We never ate fast food too often so my taste buds were running in to each other and my stomach was doing flip flops the night before in anticipation of those two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun. Back then McDonald's had the best French Fries known to man and you had to eat your burger and fries first because by the time you finish, you may be able to get your thick chocolate Milk Shake to come through the straw. Now fast forward 25 years to the present. I was never so disappointed in my life when I thought I would relive my childhood by eating a Big Mac. The quality of fast food has really declined. My guess is that the fast food industry wanted to maximize profits, so they made eating fast food more affordable and could not deliver the same quality they once did. At a glance the sandwich looked nothing like the sandwich they advertise on television. You know the sandwich that you can actually see the meat and cheese between the three pieces of bread. When I bit into the Low Budget Big Mac, the meat was so thin that I nearly chocked on the bread and special sauce. When I opened the bread up to see what was inside, the meat was so thin that I could see through it. And those fries that use to be so good are a shadow of their former selves. I wonder what they are made of? My son dropped some in the car when he was three. I found them when I was cleaning it out and they looked the same as they did when they were bought. As for the shakes, they are average at best.
When It comes to vending machines there is not a whole lot to say accept that I bought a bag of chips the other day and when I made my selection and the machine dispensed the brand of potato chips I selected, they floated down from the space they where in. It seems to me that the smaller the candy bar or potato chips, the more expensive they are. In this economic climate, it is tough for companies to stay a float with operating cost going up along with fuel prices and the American consumer is trying to be convinced that less is more.
When it comes to fast food. Most of the major players in the fast food industry shot themselves in the foot when they made their food so affordable Americans could eat it nearly every night. Super Sizing everything caused stomachs to become so big that they had to dumb down their food or cook it in different oil. Now the food has less flavor, but still popular because the present generation and the generation after mine never experienced the taste of the Real Big Mac, Good KFC Chicken, Wendy's real thick and juicy burgers and Burger Kings original Whooper.

There Seems To Be A Problem Standing Your Ground In Florida If You Are Black

Here is another case of the Bitch pulling down her blindfold and taking a peek at who is in line for Justice.  The Bitch I am speaking of is the symbol of the American Justice System.  A female holding a scale with a blindfold on as not to be able to see any individual standing in line to receive Justice under the Laws of these United States.  This symbol of the United States Justice System does not know if one is rich or poor and can not judge what race or ethnic background one is from.  But in the case of Florida's Stand Your Ground Law, she has said to hell with this blindfold and has decided to view all involved.
     Marissa Alexander shot at a wall to run off her abusive husband because she felt threatened.  No one was injured, but in early May of 2012 a northeast Florida judge sentenced her to 20 years in Prison.  She was denied her right to protect herself by standing her ground.  She was sentenced under Florida's 10-20 Law.  When she fired her gun not a soul was injured, but she was charged under Mandatory Minimum Sentencing Laws for firing a gun.  The act was viewed as a Felony.
     Trevor Dooley another Black citizen of Florida was denied immunity under the Stand Your Ground Law.  The Law is Suppose to allow a citizen to defend him or her self if they feel threatened.  Deadly Force can be used in accordance with this Law.  Mr. Dooley shot and killed David James in a dispute over a youth Skateboarding on a Basketball Court.  Mr. Dooley stated that he felt threatened while Mr. James had his hands around his neck choking him.  His trial is set for the 4th of September.
     Jeb Bush signed the Stand Your Ground Law in 2005.  The Bill was written by former Senator Durell Peaden and co sponsered by Rep. Dennis Baxley.  The Bill was heavily supported by the National Rifle Association and The American Legislative Exchange Council; a so called nonpartisan individual membership organization of state legislators which favor Federalism and Conservative Public Policy Solutions.  Draw your own conclusion.  David and Charles Koch (coke) multi-billionaires, funders of the Tea Party and against the reduction of Air Pollution also backed  Stand your Ground Legislation.  The Koch brothers benefited from the 2009 Supreme Court decision that grants person-hood to Corporations.  This gives them the power to support Ultra Conservative politions without being detected.  In 2010 the Supreme Court ruled that Unions and Corporations could spend an unlimited amount of money on Campaign Advertising.  The Koch Brothers are anti Union and is contributing what they can to dismantle Unions.  Former Senator Peaden stated that Zimmerman has no protection under his Law because he ignored the 911 Operator and followed Trayvon Martin on February 26, 2012 which resulted in Zimmerman allegedly shooting and killing Trayvon Martin.  Many states have a Chastle Doctrine or Stand Your Ground Law.  Alaska, Arizona, California, and Georgia.  If Zimmerman is convicted while claiming to be covered under Stand Your Ground, the Florida Law may be in jeopardy.
     Routers wrote, "Critics say the measure could lead to Racially Motivated killings and promote deadly escalations of arguments."  Since the Trayvon Martin shooting, Stand Your Ground Law cases in Florida have gone form 13 to 36 or more. With the Stand Your Ground Law, the burden of Proof is with the prosecution to prove with a reasonable doubt that the defendant did not shoot in self defense. 

Super Negro

From the farther reaches of outer space has come an almighty Super Mero.  With both male and female attributes; It hales from planet Negrown in the Pork Chop Galaxy.  Where Self Serving and Self Absorbed Negros are not hatched or born; they are grown.  Once grown, they go through rigorous training.  They must be certified fools of Self Promoting Trickery, Manipulating Thievery, Righteous Indignation, Hypocrisy, and strive to reach very low heights by selling out their own kind for little or nothing. So here it comes!  Able to avoid the truth at all costs, able to misrepresent itself without having to think, lies roll off its tongue like water rushing down a mighty stream. Its a rented Bentley, its running off with the Churches Building Fund, or Federal Student Financial Aid, and leading Gods Sheep to the slaughter.  Its not a Voter Registration Drive or Coopertive Economics.   Its Super Negro!!!   

Will We Ever Learn???

Headlines! Detroit Mayor Arrested for Perjury and Obstruction.  Morris Brown College Lost its Accreditation and Federal Funding due to Financial Mismanagement.  Atlanta Public Schools on Probation amists CRCT Cheating Scandal. 


It looks like some Blacks in positions of authority and great responsibility is suffering from a serious case of Negroisum or a extreme case of an inability to make sound and ethical decisions when it comes to performing duties while holding positions of great trust and authority.  Supervisors, School Board Members, Mayors, City Counsel Members, Ministers etc.  Paid or Unpaid some of these individuals are not understanding that they do not represent themselves, but are serving the people that voted for them and trust them to carry out the duties of their offices in a ethical manner.
Many say they should not be viewed differently because they are African American and are conducting themselves like many that hold those positions.  They should be held to a higher standard.  These individuals get elected or appointed to these positions and act as if they do not owe their Communities, Wives, Kids, Ancestors, and God anything.  They act like they have been given a pass to bring shame on their people by not matering Self Control.  Why is it that when some people get a position, money, or power they loose common sense and their ability to reason.  These people become arrogant and walk around with their asses on their backs thinking they are a ruler and can break any and ever Law they please.  It is no longer the people's money or budget.  "It is my budget!"  "I do not represent the Students in my district."  "I represent my dam self."  "I am Mr. or Miss. My Do Do Don't Stink and to hell with my husband, wife, community and race."  "Those So and SOs ain't done nothing but believe in me, support me, love me and elect me to represent them."  "What the hell is that?"  "I don't owe no body anything!"
Ofcourse no one is perfect, but most know right from wrong.  There are enough examples of this type of behavior for people to follow and not come in and make the same errors.  There should be a push for the communities that these Clowns represent to step up their efforts to hold them accountable.  Taring and feathering should not be left out.    

Pure Greed 1

I looked up Greed in my American Heritage Dictionary and Greed is defined as an excessive desire for more than one needs or deserve.  Also Greedy is wishing to possess more than one needs or deserves.
The pure Greed in the Greedy investors made it easy for 70 year old Bernard Madoff to swindle billions out of investors.  Someone lost their college tuition.  A couple lost their life savings of $3 million.  Others lost retirements and charitable contributions.
What thing other than Greed would make intelligent people give their money to this strange looking man?  How much money is enough?  If someone has millions of dollars that they would never live to spend and if a couble has enough money to retire and live comfortable, why would they risk all they have unless they were Greedy?  It is like the story about the dog who had a bone, came to a pond and saw his reflection.  He thought he saw another dog with a bone and wanted that dogs' bone.  While going after his own reflection, he lost his bone in the pond.
Had these so called victims been wiser, maybe they would not have lost any or all of their money.  This is a part of American Culture.  Some feel entitled to any and everything.  Not only money, but power.  Madoffs' Greed took over his conscious and caused him to feel entitled to take the investors money.  Do not lament or pity these Greedy individuals, but let us pour water on our own desire to obtain more than we need or deserve.

Pure Greed 2

I never knew how dangerous Pure Greed could be until I took the time to do more far reaching research.  Bernard Madoff was the author and publisher of the Largest Stock Fraud in history.  He fooled investors out of 65 Billion Dollars and is now serving a 150 year sentence at Butner Federal Prison in Butner North Carolina.  Madoff's would be victims range from the very wealthy to so called average working class Americans.  Whole families gave Madoff all of their money to manage.  Jewish Philanthropic organizations allowed Madoff to manage their investments. The one time non Exsecutive Chairman of NASDAQ ran a la git investment firm in the lipstick building in downtown Manhattan which his sons Mark and Andrew was running when the crap hit the fan.  Just a few floors below is where he centralized his Investment Advisory operation.  As early as 1960 Madoff became a Market Maker, but ran a side hustle as a Investment Adviser.  He offered his clients 18 percent return on their money.  Michael Bienes and Frank Avellino who worked as accountants with Madoff's father in-law where at the top of the pyramid issuing promisary notes to investors with a rate of return on them for their investment.  As they took on more investors, they made as much as 10 Million dollars a year.  Michael Bienes in a interview stated that they just took a little off the top.  "We were never Pigs."  he exclaimed.   I looked at him as he made this statement and could see barbee que sauce on his lips and shirt.  Even after they were shut down by the Securities and Exchange Commission and had to return 441 Million Dollars to their investors, they still were funneling investors to Madoff through another source.  All trails lead back to Madoff, but he was not investigated by the SEC though he had thousand of clients and managed billions of dollars, he made money for his clients no matter the conditions of the market and was not registered.  Harry Markopolos invested 4 hours of his time and figured out what the others willingly overlooked.  He contacted the SEC in 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007 and 2008, but was not taken serious.  In 2007 the economy was sliding which forced many of Madoff clients to make withdrawals and when Madoff could not come up with the money his clients requested, the gig was up and on December 11 2008 he confessed to his sons and brother Peter that it all was a Lie.
     What part does his victims play in the scheme of things?  They take no responsibility for the part they played as Greedy Opportunist.  In Scam of the Century victims were interview.  All thinking they were set for life.  Joyce Greenburg and three generations of her family let Bernard Madoff manage all of their money.  Ms. Greenburg a stock Broker herself could not find anything wrong with Madoff's operation.  Just the fact that they made money with Madoff no matter if the market was up or down should have raised a red flag to a person with little knowledge of the Stock Market.   In Palm Beach Florida a playground for the wealthy where people are use to having it all, many a Madoff investor felt the after affects of loosing millions with Madoff.  Many ran to a near by pawn shop to off load some of their trinkets to obtain badly needed cash to sustain what is left of their lavish lifestyles.  A woman retired and moved to Florida expecting to live off of the Monopoly Money she made with Bernard Madoff ended up with no life savings and stuck with just her social security check.  When minds are clouded with Greed, the returns are good and everything seems to checkout, common sense and rational thinking is put on the back burner.  This created a perfect storm with the ad of the SEC turning a blind eye and a def ear.  This leads one to know that the rabbit hole goes farther then we know.  The victims wanted people to know that those that Madoff Duped are not just Rich and Greedy, but many are regular folk.  Greedy people come from all walks of life.  They to have a quest also to obtain more then they need or deserve.

President Obama can not save Blacks People and the Poor

If Black people and the Poor think that President Obama is going to save them, they are mistaken.  He could not have won the Presidency running as the so called Minority and Poor Folks candidate and will not win reelection as such.  Race and Class is still the defining issue in America.
Issues in the Black Community have long been complex and cultural.  The history of Black Folk in this country is well documented, but not talked about enough.  In addition to a Unemployment Rate nearly twice the national average, a high incarceration rate and other disproportionately negative statistics there is the long standing cultural issue of Disunity.  As long as there is not a willingness to take responsibility for the present situation in the Black Community, there will be a willingness to look for a Savior.  It is easier to take the sugar pill filled with pity and excuses then to take the bitter pill filled with responsibility and cooperation.
It is safe to assume that many Africans Americans thought that the election of President Obama would bring way more sensitivity to so called Minority issues.  The President is suppose to represent all Americans , but that has not been the case lately with his Administration and many before it.  His feet is being held to the fire by Dr. Cornel West who is taking the President to task for his inability to address the issues of the Poor and Unemployed.  Low voter turn out during the Mid-Term Elections has caused the President to have to make political deals with the Republicans in order to get some of his policies through.  Instead of complaining communities are going to have to relearn how to band together in these tough times.  If the Black Community is going to benefit from the Obama Presidency, there is some house cleaning to be done.  Charity begins at home.

Win One For The Gipper Is Roger Goodell and the NFL changing the game for the better

  In 1928 knute Rockne gave his famous "Win one for the Gipper" speech to try and inspire his players and salvage one of Notre Dame's worst seasons on record.  In his speech to his players he told the story about the death of former star player George Gipp.  He essentially said to his players that Gipp's last words to him was that whenever the chips are down and their backs are against the wall, they should have faith and summon the strength to win and where ever he is, he would see them and be happy.  Well, if the Gipper is watching what is happening to NFL Football with all of the rule changes, he would not be too happy.  Notre Dame did win that day against Army, but it was not done playing with the rule changes that have been made by NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell and the NFL.  Though Knute Rockne coached at the college level, these changes are affecting the way the game is played on all levels.  In order for Notre Dame to win on that day, they needed more then the Gipper watching over them.  They had to chop block, crackback, hit so called defenseless players, horse collar and more to come back and win the game.
     Roger Goodell replaced Paul Taglibue as NFL Commissioner August 8, 2006.  He has his own ideas about how the game should be played.  In 2010 he handed down fines to Steelers linebacker James Harrison, Falcons conerback Dunta Robinson, and Patriots safety Brandon Meriweather for being involved in controversial hits.  What is a controversial hit if they were playing the hard nose football that they have been playing all of their lives?  Even with the increases in concussions and mounting Law Suites against the league for not protecting players, the aggressive nature of this violent sport should be protected. Time and money should be invested in developing better equipment to protect the players.  Fans in the stands pay good money to see excitement and that includes bone crushing hits along with good plays. 
     Seems that he along with the chairman of the competition committee Rich Mckay are making an attempt to slow down the players in order to lessen the impact of the contact.  With the fair catch rule in affect the league has moved the kick off up.  Players that are much bigger, faster and stronger then when Knute Rockne was coaching can not reach top speed.  This is done in the name of safety and protection of the players.  They have instituted the Brady Rule and other restrictions on how a quarterback can be hit.  Of course this rule is applied to protect the leagues favored quarterbacks while not too many defensive players are flagged for late hitting Mike Vick.  Roughing the passer calls are left up to the officials and now NFL QB's are wearing Skirts.  If a defensive player pulls on a quarterbacks skirt too hard, the Ref's will throw a flag.  If said skirt is pulled down below the knees of said quarterback, the commissioner will fine said defensive player.  Rules changes for the 2012 season include expanding crackback protection, giving that player complete defenseless player protection.  Now the player can't be blocked in the head by another players head or blocked low.  Also instant replay review will be done by an official in the booth instead of one on the field.  This is suppose to speed up the game because the coach usually throws the red challenge flag after the TV time out.  For now football is still a contact sport, but one day soon the league may start putting flags on some players restricting them from any contact at all.  But what the hell do I know?  I never played the game.

The Affordable Care Act and Clarence Thomas

      June 28, 2012 The High Court upheld The Affordable Care Act in a 5 to 4 ruling.  The measure having been dubbed Obama-care requires Americans to carry Health Insurance.  The High Court ruled that requiring Americans to carry Health Insurance is valid as a tax, though it is impermissible under the Constitution's commerce clause.  Clarence Thomas dissented as usual with his conservative counterparts Antonin Scalia, Samuel Alito, and Anthony Kennedy.
     Clarence Thomas, only the second African American to sit on the High Court voting record reflect anything but his experience of being Black in America.  Maybe if he continue to vote in this manner, it will some how cause him to contract the disease Vitiligo that causes its victims to turn White. 
     Clarence Thomas was born in a Predominantly Black community founded by Freedmen after the end of the Civil War.  Pin Point, Ga the town he lived in lacked a sewage system and paved roads.  He was number 2 of 3 children born to M.C. Thomas, a farm worker, and Leola Williams a domestic worker.  They were descendants of slaves and spoke the Gullah language.  Two of Thomas's slave ancestors Sandy and Peggy were born the end of the 1800's and were owned by a wealthy Liberty, Georgia planter Josiah Wilson.  Thomas's father left his family when Thomas was 2 years old, leaving Thomas's mother to fend for the family while being paid pennies.  After being left homeless because of a house fire, Thomas along with his younger brother Myers went to live with his mothers parents in Savannah, Georgia.  At the age of 7 Thomas was sent to live with his maternal grandparents Myers and Christine Anderson. 
     Perhaps Thomas acquired the beginning's of his Black Conservative values from his grandfather who ran a successful fuel/oil business.  He believed in hard work and self reliance.  Thomas refers to his grandfather as the greatest man he ever knew.  Thomas was the only Black at his high school and a honor student.  He also was the first Black to attend St. Vianney's Minor Seminary in Savanah on the Isle of Hope.  He did not value his Yale Law Degree as much because when evaluated by whites, they cheapened it by saying that he did not receive his education because he was intelligent, but because of Affirmative Action.  Thomas was influenced by Thomas Sowell's book Race and Economics that criticized social reforms by the government and essentially argued for historically disadvantaged citizens pulling themselves up by their boot straps.  As Chairman of the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) from 1982 til 1990 he promoted a doctrine of self reliance and stopped the filings of class action lawsuits that held employers accountable for their discrimination practices.  In 1984 Thomas said that Black leaders were "watching the destruction of our race" as they "bitch, bitch, bitch" about President Reagan instead of Uncle Toming and doing the Sambo Shuffle.  Oh, I meant to say instead of working with the Reagan Administration to alleviate teenage pregnancy, unemployment and illiteracy. 
     Justice Clarence Thomas and Justice Scalia had an 87.7 percent voting alignment from 1994 to 2004, the highest on the court which peaked in 1996, at 97.7.  There does not seem to be a change in his skin tone.  The last picture of him and the rest of the justices showed a more grey haired Thomas with no change in his dark skinned complexion.  Also Thomas was the third most dissenting Justice on the court, behind Scalia and Stevens from 1994 to 2004.
     Clarence Thomas is an example of many Super Negros that come from humble beginnings, educated themselves, succeeded, then forgot from whence they came.  They give maximum effort proving they belong on the same level as whites and are removed form their race and community in hope of reaching, in their own minds, the most lofty of goals; total assimilation.  Unfortunately, for them all of the Boot Licking and Buck Dancing will not change the color of their skin.  Fortunately for America Justice Clarence Thomas's vote did not keep true Justice from rolling down like a mighty stream.